I've been working out since September 24, 2010. In that just over five months, I've lost around 70 pounds. I guess that's technically a good number that most people would be overly ecstatic to lose, especially in five months, but with as big as I am, it's barely a drop in the bucket. I hardly notice a difference and it's incredibly frustrating when you try so hard for so little in return.
I've recently fallen off the wagon and I need to get back on. My boyfriend came out for my birthday and coupled with the fact I was sick earlier that week, it's been almost a month since I've really hit the gym hardcore. And of course, my emotional eating and food addiction regularly get the best of me and I eat pizza and McDonald's and a variety of other horrible for you foods.
So this is my getting out of that rut. Today was day one of attempting to get back on track and not be a fatass any more. It's going to be hard. I've hit a plateau and that's also contributed to my lack of motivation to go to the gym. Why go do an hour of cardio and an hour of weights to not lose a pound and, in fact, GAIN weight? But I'm going to try again anyways. Maybe I need to change up my routine some more. Maybe it really is a matter of gaining muscle, which weighs more than fat, and losing inches even though I can't tell. I'm not sure. I wish I was.
My goal is to lose 30 pounds by April 5, 2011. That's a pound a day. Seven pounds a week. It sounds impossible, but if I can be down 100 pounds by the time I go back out to Maine to visit my boyfriend, I'll be satisfied for a while.
Wish me luck.
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